A Thursday in Autumn
On our walks, we notice how the leaves are shifting color...how the deer scatter corn on the trail in their busy preparations for the colder weather...the soil underfoot blackens with the compost of the early fallen leaves. The lavender beds have wilted and the wildflowers send off sparking final blossoms. Butterflies litter the ground like confetti...their bodies thin paper husks...reminders of the season and of our own impermanence.
Are you aware
that Autumn has arrived?
Meadow butterfly
--Issa, 1814--
On our walks, we notice how the leaves are shifting color...how the deer scatter corn on the trail in their busy preparations for the colder weather...the soil underfoot blackens with the compost of the early fallen leaves. The lavender beds have wilted and the wildflowers send off sparking final blossoms. Butterflies litter the ground like confetti...their bodies thin paper husks...reminders of the season and of our own impermanence.
Are you aware
that Autumn has arrived?
Meadow butterfly
--Issa, 1814--
posted by Left-handed Trees... at 9:59 AM
8 Comments:
exquisite mournful pictures, delia.
yes, autumn is coming (though it is still unseasonably warm here...)
Hi,
Georgia came to me thru my comments on her friends blog...and i come to you thru your comment on Georgias blog.You write beautifully.....'reminds us of our impermanence'..i have been pondering over these words for hours!i hope to read your book wen its published.you 'paint' with words, i with colours. come, lets meet at my place:
chandrasart.blogspot.com
warm wishes and a hug
chandra
Lovely, I know in some ways it's kind of morbid to be happy in autumn, the season of letting go to old life but for me it's incredibly liberating and freeing. Stunning post, as usual.
I have never seen a butterfly like that. How sad, and how beautiful it is, too.
:)
Only change is permanent, while the 'changed' litter the forest floor.
I didn't realize that butterflies die like that; there is something so incredibly sad and yet liberating about their short life.
beautiful photo and words which accompany them.
the impermanence of us all is a very sobering thought, and yet fills me with inspiration to make the best of it all....
x
Beautiful photos. The end of summer always makes me sad, no matter how beautiful the fall landscape.
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